We don't have a label for Fish. Nor for Pez, or Strumpet. We don't even have a Chickenblog label for Mermaid, or Welcome Guest. She may come under the category of Critters, where I post about any animals that are not Chicas, or Gatos, or Goats, or Rabbits, or Ratty-Rats
Well, perhaps she hasn't lived a blameless life, but she has endeared herself to us, and to Chango, who peers into her bowl and, now and then, helps himself to a fish-water cocktail, hold the olive, thank you. Crumpet lives in the kitchen. Sometimes she's next to the fruit bowl. Sometimes she's on the dining table. Today she is next to the buckwheat and sage I brought home from our country day. And ever since Santa left her a new husband, in her stocking, she is never without Poseidon.
Ah, Crumpet, you Strumpet.